On a more cheerful note: I woke up this morning from a dream of the church doors being flung open, a joyous crowd streaming out, and the narrator to the dream exclaiming, “Let’s celebrate!”
Heck yeah
Yesterday was a little like this square: I was casting it off when the phone rang. Later, I thought I was done with the thing, went to pick it up, and found out that when I’d gotten up, I not only hadn’t finished casting off, but I’d managed somehow to yank the needle out and it was frogging itself as I’d run for the phone. I’m too deaf to hear the tinktinktink that had been going on behind me.
Oops. so I had to reknit a bunch. Eh.
And I’m sitting here this morning thinking, the trick is not to let the Crohn’s unravel me. It’s just a few rows in my overall life. So.
My son and his bride arrived from the airport Christmas night in time for dinner. Her family is having a big reunion tonight; quite a few of them live in this town.
I’d knitted a shawl for her grandmother, and I know I have a picture of it somewhere in my files, but I forgot to take another one just to make sure, so I can’t show it; I’ll ask the kids to snap me one. She’s a tiny woman, so I knitted her the Constance shawl, which, when done up in fingering weight, is one of the smaller patterns in “Wrapped in Comfort.”
I learned something along the way of knitting hers and my sister’s Christmas present: I’d done them in one strand of laceweight baby alpaca or cashmere and one strand of Claudia’s silk. Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous effect, with the silk shimmering around the quieter fiber much more prominently than when they’re blended together into a single strand. But–and this is the big but–if you snag the shawl, the slippery silk tends to pull out merrily while the baby alpaca stays obediently in its place.
It is much easier to work a strand back in that is in tandem with its knitted-along partner. This was a bear to fix–but it was doable and I did it and my sister’s was none the worse for it.
And so I was hesitant to send Kim’s grandmother’s offwhite shawl along, as if there were something wrong with it. It was absolutely gorgeous, and I would have worn it myself–gingerly–in a heartbeat, but I didn’t; it was hers. I thought about knitting another one, but that didn’t feel right; the one I’d made for her couldn’t belong to anybody else. It was hers!
So I sent it off with Kim to give Grandma with careful warnings and wondering nervousness as to whether it was good enough.
Silly me. Her grandmother was ecstatic. Yes, yes, she’d treat it carefully, okay, but WOW! LOOK at this! Kim said Grandma had made everybody laugh when she exclaimed, “I have to buy a new dress to go with this!”
And I was worried?
(p.s. For a little holiday cheer, may I recommend Lawdog’s blog post here. No, (looking at the first paragraph or two), I mean it!)